From the Makers Of - Mandragora Lyrics

I could sit here all f*cking day and still not speak a word
Or find anything new to say
Why is poverty such a novelty to some?
To others it's the back of their head, straight to a loaded gun
I've learned that life will chew me up and swallow me
But does it bother me? No, but I've let it hollow me out

I let my fear lead me to wallow in self doubt

And that's exactly what they've always wanted to see
For me to fail, for me to tell myself that I will never be enough

My limitations won't keep me from who I will become
The sun will warm me up and keep me from feeling numb

And I just can't seem to get comfortable with who I am
Or where I am going
If I trip and fall, will I blame my self for knowing
That there was nothing there to catch me?
To keep me growing out, to keep me pushing through
The storm

And that's exactly how they always want you to be
In bad health, with no wealth, being someone else
Someone other than yourself
And that's exactly what they've always wanted to see
For me to fail, for me to tell myself that I will never be enough

Put two middle fingers up, and let em linger if you just
If you just don't give a f*ck
Cause I will prove to be, more than what it is that you chose to see
Cause anything that I tell myself I can do, I will go out, and I will prove

That I can do
And I will prove